Warning: Everything discussed here is fiction except for the few reference to biblical stories, but everything else is fiction so please don't take offense to how I twist certain things. =) And to those who like Twilight I'm sorry I poke fun at it. I'm not a fan of Edward and Bella, but I do love Jacob, Leah, Carlisle, Marcus, the La Push pack and a few other characters.
"I don't like them and they don't like me," Puck growled.
Sam glanced at him warily as he lay on his bed. "What are you spouting about?"
"The vampires." Puck cut him a glare. "Haven't you been paying attention?"
"Not really," Sam admitted, seeing no point in lying.
"Asshole," Puck muttered.
"Then go complain to Mike."
"He's with Tina!"
Sam saw the way Puck's body went tense. "Fine," he sighed. "Start bitching from the beginning again."
"I don't bitch."
"Okay, whatever. Start from the beginning."
"Did you see how he was looking at her?"
"Finn?"
"No! Jesse! He kept fucking looking at Quinn and had the audacity to grin at her!"
"I didn't notice that…"
"That's because you were all pissed that Finn was checking out your girl!" Puck looked at Sam frantically. "I'm telling you, those fuckers are planning to take Quinn and Rachel from us."
"What are you talking about?" Sam looked at him in disbelief. "I'm in more of a risk of losing Rachel than you will ever be of losing Quinn. Unlike Quinn, Rachel isn't bound by our rules. At least you know Quinn will never be capable of cheating."
"And then we're fucked if they begin sparkling under the sun!" Puck said completely ignoring what Sam said.
"Sparkling?"
"They may not drink animal blood, but they might as will be because, be it blood bags or animals, they aren't drinking directly from humans anymore and that takes away some of the scary factor."
"Again, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Damn it, Sam!" Puck snapped. "Get with the fucking program!"
"What program?" Sam growled. "You're spouting about sparkling under the sun and something about animal blood."
"It's fucking Twilight all over again except this time they are real and not fictional characters!"
"Twilight…? Wait isn't that the book Tina made Quinn, Santana, Brittany and Rachel read two years ago?"
"Finally you remember! Now do you remember what happened afterward?"
"There were three other books after that."
"Come on, Sam, think," Puck sighed.
"They made the fucking movie," Sam spat, his eyes narrowing.
"We had to sit through it because Brittany, Santana and Tina fell in love with the books, so they dragged Mike, Quinn, Rachel and Blaine," Puck shuddered. "We had no choice but to follow our mates."
"Please tell me that the last movie we watched this year was the last one," Sam almost whimpered.
"There's still one more."
"No!" This time he did whimper. "I disliked the first one; too much shit going on between the couple. The second; again too much drama but they put in that other guy to make the stupid triangle and you knew he didn't stand a chance."
"You mean Jacob?"
"Yeah that poor guy, he was fucked since the beginning. He should have stayed far away from Bella, everyone could see she was disaster on a stick and he still went after her. Then the third movie had a lot of action, so it wasn't so bad if you exclude finding out that fucking Bella and Jacob were supposed to be together if wasn't for Edward—who the fuck does that to someone?"
"You actually paid attention." Puck looked at him, amused. "I zoned out."
"Of course, I paid attention…well, only to the parts the wolves came out. I wanted to know how they would portray us."
"They're shape shifters."
"What?"
"They're not werewolves, they're actually shape shifters."
"You have got to be kidding me?"
"I know because Tina would not stop talking about it."
"Sonavabitch!" Sam said quickly.
"I know…" Puck sighed shaking his head.
"Okay…why the fuck are we talking about this again?" Sam asked, wondering how they started discussing Twilight.
"Don't you see? The Schuesters are gonna be like the Cullens!"
"Maybe you're going too overboard here?"
"No, I am not!"
"Do you even know if they glitter in the sunlight?"
"No, but that won't change the fact that the female population in Lantern Falls will fall for them."
"Not all, some are married or mated."
"I'm talking about the ones that are single."
"I don't care about appealing to the other girls except Rachel."
"We need to find a way to take care of them without using violence."
"How about taking off our shirts and parading around bare-chested liked they did in the movie?" Sam chuckled.
"That may not be such a bad idea," Puck grinned. "The girls were practically going crazy when they did that."
"I was only joking," Sam glared at him. "I'm not going to look like a fool in front of Rachel."
"You won't, I promise."
"Screw you, Puck. I'm not taking off my shirt."
"But you do it all the time when we play basketball or football."
"That's because we are sweating! I don't do it purposely, you horn dog!"
"I'm sure you don't."
"Shut up! We're not having this discussion."
"So, what do you guys think about the vampires?" Blaine asked, taking a seat on the couch beside Rachel who rested her head on his shoulder.
"They don't seem scary," Brittany said from her seat on the floor, a gentle smile curving on her lips. "I like Artie; he's nice."
"I won't let my guard down around them," Quinn frowned, causing the others to look at her worried. "There's something dark lurking within them but more so in one of them than all the others."
"You felt it?" Brittany asked. She had felt something, too, when they walked in, but ignored it. Who was she to judge when the spirit of a wolf resided within her?
"I did as well." Santana met Quinn's gaze. "But I didn't feel threatened by it."
"Did you?" Blaine asked, watching Quinn's eyes cloud with confusion.
"Maybe it was just me on edge because my father was about to get in a fight with Dwight."
"Don't worry, we'll keep our guard up," Rachel smiled at her reassuringly. It was strange to think that three years ago they hadn't been friends, now they were loyal to one another like family. "Sam doesn't seem to like them."
"So doesn't Puck." Santana grinned at Quinn knowingly.
"As if I could ever like Jesse," Quinn brushed it off.
"Who ever said anything about Jesse?"
"So you did see the exchange?"
"No, I felt his anger."
"Because you were too busy looking at Jesse."
"I don't blame you, he is handsome."
"I don't care for his looks I was only trying to figure him out. What was he playing at?"
"Is it hard to believe that he may find you attractive?"
"Maybe it is because Puck has practically scared the other guys shitless at school the moment he knew Quinn was his mate," Blaine chuckled.
"It's not that," Quinn shook her head. "…Never mind."
"Guys, quit picking on Quinn." Rachel stepped in, defending her when she saw the blonde looking at the floor.
"What about you and Finn?" Brittany asked curiously.
"There is no 'Finn and me.'" Rachel looked at her confused. "I don't know him."
"But that shouldn't stop you from noticing if he's attractive or not," Santana grinned.
"I guess he is…" Rachel frowned. "I guess I was more distracted with trying to see if there were any signs that showed he was a vampire."
"I'm sure that's all it was."
"Well, I wouldn't mind being friends with him," Rachel shrugged. "I don't see the problem in that."
Quinn, Santana, Brittany and Blaine shared knowing looks; they knew exactly whom it would be a problem to.
"Sorry I can't hang out today," Brittany smiled at Santana apologetically. "I have to help Mom out with a couple of things. Maybe next time?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll find a way to entertain myself for the rest of the day." Santana waved at her. "You owe me next time," she winked, leaving Brittany at her porch. Santana walked toward the town center, trying to think up some form of entertainment. She could hit the arcade but it wouldn't be that much fun without her partner in gaming—Puck. Going to watch a movie was not an option and it wasn't like she could call up Sam to join her; he was probably sulking in his room over the vampires and Rachel or helping his father. Mike was definitely out of the question, most of his free time was spent with Tina and she really didn't want to be the third wheel. Santana sighed out of boredom.
"So you finally decided to come out of hiding?"
The voice sent a shiver down her spine as her began beating a tad bit faster. Santana's head snapped up only to meet hazel eyes along with a small smile curved on his lips when he saw the surprise in her gaze. "Don't tell me you forgot that I was going to come looking for you?" He pushed the off the wall he was leaning against and walked toward her.
A smirk curved lips when he neared her. "I thought you forgot?"
"I would never," Finn grinned. "But seeing the surprise in your eyes can only mean you forgot or you didn't believe I would stay true to my word. In either case, it doesn't reflect good on me."
"Is that so?"
"I'll have to convince you otherwise."
"We'll see."
"All right, then, show me what this town has to offer."
"Well, as you can see, the town center is filled with Mom and Pop shops, then there's the arcade." Santana pointed at the building across the street. "There is the bar and grills—along with the restaurants." She pointed at a certain section that was filled with places to eat. "Then there's the theater. You want a specific movie; we have to request them to Dwight or one of the other heads of the families but I think Sam's mother Mary, Anne, and Shelby are in charge of getting the movies. They do a pretty good job making sure that there are movies for every age—I have yet to hear a complaint."
Finn stopped in front of the theater when the name of a movie caught his attention. "You have got to be kidding me?" he whispered looking at the title in disbelief.
"What's wrong?" Santana asked curiously, standing next to him.
"You have the Twilight Saga here?" Finn tried not to shudder when he said the name.
"You don't like it?" Santana looked at him amused.
"No."
"Well, I love it," Santana grinned.
"Oh, goodness gracious, someone please help me," Finn whispered in what one might think to be a prayer.
"So do you—"
"Don't even ask."
"Come on."
"No."
"Indulge me this once."
"…"
"Finn?"
"…"
"Come on, you know you want to answer me."
"Not really."
"Fine then," Santana sighed. "I'll make sure to tell everyone that you do—"
"We don't sparkle in the sun!" Finn snapped.
"So then you do burn!" Santana gasped, she looked at the sky to see it filled with clouds just like every other day. Not wanting to risk it, she pulled him under the building.
"Well, that's part of the curse." Finn looked at her amused.
"Curse?"
"Do you really think anyone wants to live forever drinking the blood of other people?" Finn glanced at her. "It can drive the immortal insane and it has. That's why there are rogues amongst us vampires."
"Rogues?"
"Rogues are those who continue to drink from the vein and kill the person." Finn glanced around. "Maybe we should continue walking?"
"Only if you tell me more."
"Fine. I don't see how you can use it against me or my family," Finn said as they began walking down the sidewalk. "As you know, every immortal being has a beginning. We don't exist from thin air and so there must be a higher being that made us." Santana nodded, seeing his point. "Do you know the story of Noah's Ark?"
Santana looked at him, confused as to why he changed the subject. "Yes, I know of it."
"Do you recall what led to the Great Flood?"
"Wasn't it that God saw evil of men and regretted making them?" Santana looked at him, contemplating.
"That was the reason but remember that generations before that, God allowed angels to come down to earth and marry the daughters of men."
"They had nephilims for children. The blood of angels mixed in with the humans."
"Correct, but after generations passed and the wickedness of man—over-powered the remains of heavenly blood. God saw this and that was why he destroyed them all, except Noah and his family because he was the only one that still walked a righteous path. After the flood, God promised that he would never take such a drastic measure on man again."
"I remember that as well," Santana glanced at him in confusion. "But what does that have to do…" She looked at him shocked. "He cursed you…but why?"
"It wasn't me, but one of my ancestors," Finn glanced at her. "From what I have heard since I was little is that my ancestors were humans but they craved power and knowledge. In their thirst to find more—have more—they turned against one another and killed in cold blood. They spilled blood recklessly, not caring as long as they've reached their goal. They became so desensitized to the point that when it came to their very lives, the act of killing became normal as breathing. The only thing they feared the most about was time running out before finding the answers and so one day something—no—someone answered this."
"Who?"
"From what Dad has told me was that no one saw this person but only heard his voice. That day the sunset and streaked the sky with crimson red almost as if one colored it with blood. A voice filled with outrage and disgust rained a curse over my ancestors. They were to be damned until the end of time; to live forever because they killed so many of their brethren and spilled their blood carelessly. As punishment, they needed to feed from another living being in order to survive; a reminder to never forget what they did and what had caused that."
"Then where does the sun fit in?"
"He told them that he never wanted to see them walk in his light again; that all their future generations will never be able to feel the warmth of the sun nor see the day of light. The world of the living became their imprisonment; the knowledge they craved for came every time they drank directly from the vein. All the victim's memories, secrets and part of their being, became theirs when they drank their blood. And with each death, they lose part of their sanity. In order to have such knowledge something must be exchanged."
"Is that why you drink from blood bags?"
"It's a better alternative for us. We may still get the memories, but we no longer kill the person and—in doing so—we retain our sanity a bit longer."
"While rogues don't care?"
"With each kill, they become more powerful and so they become a bigger threat to everyone. My dad is gathering other vampires to hunt the rogues down but right now we need to find a place to settle down first and once we do then we can plan for the future."
"I thought you were damned to live forever?"
"We are, but he never said anything about not killing one another and that's the loophole," Finn grinned.
"…"
"So I told you about my history, why don't you tell me something about yourself?" Finn glanced at her. "You're not a werewolf and you're not a mortal, but I sense something in you—it's not simply raw power like a sorceress…something dark…like me," he frowned. "But you're not cursed…are you?"
"No." Santana gave him a sad smile. "I'm supposed to be worse. At least you can break a curse, my ancestors were exiled…"
"Exiled…?" Finn tried to come up with what she meant. "From what?"
"Heaven…my ancestors followed the wrong angel."
"Oh…" Finn didn't have to say his name; mostly everyone knew of the first angel that turned his back on God. His name was not spoken of lightly and every supernatural being made sure to avoid crossing paths with him—only those allied with him were safe from his wrath. "It's never been more truer than now when they say the mistakes one does in a lifetime gets passed down onto their future generation."
Santana gave a humorless chuckle. "We're eternally damned one way or the other."
"That's not true."
"What's not?"
"Isn't He supposed to be forgiven?"
"We're talking about He who cursed your ancestors and banished mine from Heaven. He is still damning us for something we had no part in!"
"Technically our ancestors damned us themselves with their actions."
"…"
"And we should be the ones to break the chains."
"How do you suppose we do that?"
"I'm not sure," Finn frowned. "But we have until the end of time to figure that out."
"You have 'till the end time, I only have up to maybe five hundred more years."
"I thought you were immortal as well?"
"When my ancestors left Lucifer's reign, he had already grown stronger and was able to strip their immortality away before they could escape unscathed." Santana clenched her fists. "When our time is up in this world, we return to his domain…"
Finn didn't bother to push the subject. If what the rumors he heard about Lucifer's domain was true, then he didn't need much to figure out what would happen to her. "Five hundred years should still be enough time to figure it out."
"What?" Santana looked at him, surprised.
"We'll find a way to end this…my curse and your expulsion." He met her gaze. "I promise…"
And at that moment, as she stared into his serene hazel eyes, Santana believed him…more than anything in the world. And the trust that sparked within her for him frightened her, but she would never say.
Finn didn't comment when he heard the sound of her heart beating faster. Instead, he tilted his head to the side; his eyes half lidded and a small smile curved his lips as he familiarized himself with it—lulling him.
Even in his sleeping state, Sam could smell a hint of strawberry. Something in him stirred at the familiar scent as it roused his protective instinct and brought him to full consciousness. He didn't bother to open his eyes when the door opened quietly as if not to disturb him; the smell of strawberries overwhelmed his senses and made his heart pound rapidly in anticipation.
"I know you're awake."
Sam bit back a smile as he peeked through an eye to see Rachel sitting on his windowsill facing him, her back to the glass. He could see the slight twitch on her lips as she tried to fight back a smile. "I am now that you woke me up," he sighed, sitting up and leaned against his headboard. "What is it?"
Rachel was tempted to run her hands through his tousled hair and smooth it out. "Do I have to have a reason to come here?"
"I find it hard to believe you just came here for nothing." Sam looked at her curiously.
"I just wanted to spend some time with you." Rachel looked away. "We haven't really spoken since before summer break began."
"That's because you left to LA," Sam growled lowly. Since he escorted her out the meeting yesterday, they hadn't had a chance to talk…just the two of them. Her absence for the past two months had hurt him far worse than a hit Puck had ever directed at him.
"I tried calling your cell phone, but you never answered. And again with your home phone but your mom or dad said you were out with Puck," Rachel glared at him.
"Doesn't matter…"
"It does!" Rachel snapped, causing Sam to look at her. "I had wanted to talk to you! I was able to keep in contact with everyone but you! I had to hear from the others if you were alive and well."
Sam looked at her, contemplating if she missed him just as much as he did her. Did his absence affect her greatly like hers did to him?
"You once told me I was your mate…" Rachel met his gaze. "But I can't help but to doubt it when you forcefully put distance between us. You never discuss the topic with me and instead I feel like you walk on eggshells around me. I don't know what you expect of me…"
"…"
"Did you even miss me?"
"More than anything." He thought, but didn't say. "What did you like most about LA?" he asked, changing the subject. How she could ever get close to him when he didn't know if she chose him. She wasn't bound by his rules. Nothing compelled her to stay with him; she could walk out of his life, go with whomever she wanted and he would be helpless to stop her. But that didn't mean his instinct wouldn't rise up and kill any who touched what was his. It was a viscous cycle and part of him wished she wasn't his mate just so she could live her life in peace. However, a selfish part of him wanted her to stay with him, to be by his side and never leave.
"The sun." Rachel gave him a sad smile before glancing over her shoulder and looking at the clouded sky. "I couldn't remember ever seeing the sun that bright when I was in LA. It's completely different from here."
"Would you like to go back there?" Sam asked curiously as he got off the bed and took a seat on the windowsill beside her. "Would you like to live there?" He tried not to show how desperate he was to hear her answer. He needed to know before taking anything between them further; if she had plans to leave Lantern Falls…leave him.
"I don't know," Rachel answered honestly and Sam felt his stomach drop. "It depends on if I have a reason to stay."
Sam felt his throat go dry when Rachel met his gaze. "…I missed you."
Rachel felt a blush coat her cheeks as a small smile curved on her lips. "I missed you, too." She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Don't leave." He thought as he let his head rest over hers. "Stay with me."
"Don't push me away," Rachel whispered.
Sam glanced at their intertwined hands. He didn't know who reached for whose hand first but he didn't care. It seemed so natural to be like this with her. "I don't mean to…"
"So then why do you do it?"
"I'm…" Sam gulped. "Scared of getting too close to you."
"I think it's too late for that." Rachel bit back a smile as she scooted closer to him.
Sam felt a smile tug at his lips. "…Maybe…"
"Don't be…"
He glanced at her curiously.
"…Don't be scared…"
Sam remained silent as Rachel pulled away from him and met his gaze.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Sam looked at her surprised not knowing what to say.
Rachel patiently waited for him to do the next move; she'd practically told him she wanted to be with him and now it was his turn.
He was never good with words and growing up with her, he learned actions spoke louder than words. When he was younger and didn't know how to ask her to follow him; he'd grab her hand and look into her eyes. She never asked questions; she trusted him to lead her, knowing that he would never lead her to harm. So she would simply nod while smiling and he knew it was okay for him tug her where he wanted to go or show her something. Sam found himself in a similar situation even though they were older. He pressed his forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes—asking the permission he couldn't voice at the moment. And like always, Rachel knew what he was saying without him having to say a word. Even though they didn't share the mental link between two mated wolves, she still read him like an open book and Sam could never be more proud of his mate.
Rachel could feel her face heat up with every second she held his gaze; a smile curved her lips—granting him permission. Her eyes closed almost instantly and her heart pounded rapidly within her chest when she felt his lips brush against hers featherlike. He took her breath away…
Sam had to stop himself from deepening the kiss and scaring her away. This was the first time he truly kissed Rachel without Puck or Blaine meddling in. Just the simple brush of her lips against his almost sent him in a frenzy and he didn't have to know that the moment he took a chance to deepen his kiss with her he would be addicted. "Rachel," he whispered her name and groaned when Rachel pressed her lips firmly against his.
AN: I would like to thank my beta MissBreePhoenix613 for looking this chapter over. =)
AN 2: I'm sorry for ending it right there, but I would like to take Rachel and Sam's relationship a bit slow in this fic. You know gradually build on it. I hope you somewhat liked the history behind the vampires it's very rare when I hear stories of how they come to be instead of simply being bit by another vampire then being made into one. But like I said it fiction, so please don't take offense to the references of religion in there. Once again I apologize for poking fun at Twilight, but I couldn't resist. There are certain things she changed about the vampires that had me wtf! But I do give Stephanie Meyer some props. Though I didn't like how she handed the relationship between Bella and Edward in the later books after her first one because of how she threw Jacob in there. I'm all up for Jacob and Bella being friends a part of me even wanted them together, but even I knew that Bella and Edward were end game. To makes matter worse I was pissed at the fact that he imprinted on Bella's daughter only after discovering in the last book that Bella and him were meant to be if Edward never entered the picture. *sigh*
In the last book I was rooting for Leah and Jacob hooking up, but I knew that was impossible because neither imprinted on one another. And when that wasn't possible I was hoping that Jacob in the end would leave with Leah like he had planned and find his own way in life, but no he imprinted on Nessie! Don't get me wrong I like Nessie the few scenes she came out in she seemed like a good character I just thought it was kinda screwed up that Jacob ended up with her. Wth is he supposed to tell her when she grows up and finds out there is history between her man and her mother. It will probably be like this, "Hey Nessie I know it may seem strange, but I loved your mother before I ever imprinted on you." Then there leads to the whole imprinting which is very vague and that's what I really liked about it because it could be something very beautiful like, JaredxKim and QuilxClaire or something very dark like SamxEmily. There was so much Meyer could have expanded on and I would gladly read it! But sadly she hasn't and idk if she plans to ever do so. =(
Anyways enough about my rant toward Twilight because even though I didn't like the main couple I did enjoy reading the other characters and I thought Meyer did a wonderful job when she wrote through Jacob's point of view and a part of me wished she did that with some other characters as well, but she didn't. =( Maybe in the future…
AN 3: And on that note music composed by the wonderful Alexandre Desplat helped me write this chapter. If you don't know him he has composed some amazing scores for films like Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt 2, you know the music where the statues come to life and everyone is casting the spell to protect Hogwarts. I have to say hands down that is one of the most amazing scenes in that movie. I felt a chill go down my spine already knowing what was going to happen and yet I still had to blink back tears preparing myself to see it. By far the best Harry Potter movie. The track is called Statues and another one to check out is Courtyard Apocalypse. He also composed some of the score for the Twilight films, the songs that helped me through this chapter was Edward Leaves, The Meadow and Marry Me Bella. These three are very beautiful pieces of music to listen to and Desplat does an amazing job at capturing the illusion of Edward and Bella's relationship. I applaud this man. If you haven't listened to his music do so you won't regret it. =)
AN 4: Now that I am done spouting about Twilight and amazingly beautiful music I would to say thank you to: GleeRachelberry, Lao Tse, .Metaphors, Autumn DeMayne, NorthernLights25, The Wonderful Mistique, Lena, missberryfan, Keating's Disciple, and k-swaminathan for reviewing! You guys are amazing! =D Please don't forget to review I love hearing from you guys! And to those who read but have yet to review please don't be shy *nudge nudge* lol (^_^)
AN 5: Before I forget to mention this I have a poll in my profile asking which EvanBerry fic you would like me to finish first. The choices are Once More, Lies and What We Are, so please don't forget to vote so I know which one I need to work on the most. =D I also update a new one-shot to Dancing Across Time if you haven't checked it out please take a look at it and leave a review. It really needs some love. =( And if you want to request a one-shot I'm open for ideas! =)
